Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 649 And You Don't Even Call Me Bishop

Cyril took Kindred and advanced rapidly in the underground palace.

The state in the underground palace was completely different from the last time he entered with Pelagius Herris.

At that time, they saw Stanley Clemens within a few steps forward, but now, just like all the magic plains he has experienced in the game, the terrain is complex and there are many mechanisms.

However, whether it is the wheel lock, the coral maze, the crossbow corridor, or the magic trap, he can easily break it.

Kindred watched helplessly as the half-elf boy in front of him slapped the wall on the right side leisurely, triggering the mechanism in advance, and the bright blue lines sparked a rain of arrows in front of him, so fierce that it would take only a second to enter You have to become a hedgehog.

"Have you ever seen this?" she asked in unskilled La Rochelle.

"If the magic plain is graded with S, A, B, C, D, E difficulty levels, this plain can only be ranked at the level of C-." Cyril quickly walked through the already safe aisle in front, and turned back, "However, these institutions The sorting of the array is very interesting, if you are not in a hurry..."

He suddenly drew out his long sword and slashed upwards.Two black shadows fell from the ceiling in front of him, and were cut straight by the sword he swung, breaking into four pieces and falling to the ground. They were all half-humanoid creatures with long fish tails, and gradually disintegrated into a puddle of water.

"Water Elemental Spirit."

Cyril glanced at the remaining water stains on the ground, which are the main monsters in this magic plain.The specifications of the single-story underground palace limit the volume of the magic plain. In terms of scale, it is far inferior to the plain in the Elgin jungle.

Looking forward, he saw a corner of a stone wall, the tone of which was a bit darker than the area he had passed through before, making it look more solemn.The materials used for the stone walls are also several grades higher.

It's over.

He signaled Kindred not to make a sound, and approached slowly.He didn't dare to use the Wind Listening Technique. In front of Stanley Clemens, even the magic fluctuations of the Wind Listening Technique were as conspicuous as a candle in the dark.

However, just as he approached the corner, Cyril heard a low moan and gasped weakly.

He frowned, this voice sounded unrelated to Stanley Clemens, then this voice was...

Before he could think of the answer, the panting suddenly turned into a scream, which was so heart-piercing that Cyril felt pain when he heard it.

But he also immediately recognized the owner of the voice, with a look of surprise on his face——

"Pelagius Heris?"

The prince of St. Emma, ​​who is mediocre in himself, has never triggered the traps along the way. How did he get inside before them?

What made him scream?
And as his thought emerged, a deep voice sounded from within the stone wall:

"young people."

"It's not befitting an earl to eavesdrop outside."

This voice made Cyril's body stiff - it sounded deeper and more trembling than ordinary voices, like a person who had just climbed out of the ice water to warm himself by the fire was speaking.

But if you distinguish carefully, you can hear one of the irrepressible desires, which seems to be about to break through from the reason.

And this voice belongs to the Bishop of the Harbor Temple.

Stanley Clemens.

Cyril took a deep breath, adjusted his state, gave Kindred a standby gesture behind him, then straightened up, and walked out from the corner.

And the scene presented in front of him made him stunned once again——

This is a space similar to the main hall of St. Mir's Church, the furnishings of a small church.The red carpet was laid all the way from his feet to the front, and not far in front of him:
The future emperor of Ao San Emma was tied to a stone pillar with disheveled hair and blood on his face. A blue tube was inserted into his chest, and dark red blood plasma was continuously flowing out of it.

And in front of him was the red coffin.

At this moment, the corpses stored in the coffin have been removed, and the coffin lid serves as a table for placing the corpses.This is a female corpse, still wearing a light blue and white interlaced long skirt.

Her head was facing Cyril's direction, and it was a beautiful long brown hair that fell to the ground.Death did not dry and curl it, it still had a beautiful luster.

And the face under the long hair, which is no longer young, but shows a mature and generous beauty, is exactly the same as the face of the statue of the saint placed in the Taranto area of ​​the Port of New Orway.

Yes, exactly as Cyril had guessed before, the corpse lying in front of him belonged to the former saint of the Harbor Temple.

Cloris Benjamin.

The other end of the tube inserted into Pelagius Heris' chest was now tied under Cloris' long skirt.

Pelagius Herris, who saw Cyril walking in, seemed to see a savior, his bound legs kept kicking, and he shouted heartbreakingly: "Help me, Earl Adrian, Save me save me save me, save me!"

As if Cyril hadn't seen him, his gaze straddled him and the stone pillars tied to him, and he came to the end of the red carpet, the end of the church.

There, there is a statue of a god.

Statue of Urella.

The tall bishop was facing the statue with his hands clasped in front of his chest, as if he was sincerely praying.

Cyril put one hand on the hilt of the sword, and the shield in the other hand emerged.He spoke softly, and the voice was passed steadily to the end of the church:
"Stanley Clemens."

"Your Highness Herris—" Stanley's voice came, but it was not Cyril's voice, "Earl Adrian arrived much faster than I thought, and it's a real shame for them to see Her Royal Highness's ugly appearance." Feel sorry."

"Crazy, crazy!" These words made Pelaggios scream even more frantically, but just as he shouted, the blue tube suddenly stabbed hard, causing his eyes to turn white with pain. The sound of screams remained.

"Your Highness, please complete your task quietly."

Stanley Clemens finally turned around. He was wearing the bishop's robe that would be worn at the most solemn ceremonies. The blue border was embellished with gold trim, and the halberd and battle royale representing the sea god Urella were painted on the robe. The car is luxurious and elegant.

In his right hand he held a long golden handle that looked like part of a weapon.In his left hand, he held a crumpled copy of "Sea Nerve".

The face that did not appear old was radiant at this time, his eyebrows and eyes were raised, showing extreme joy, but this joyful expression that did not fit the youth only made Cyril feel creepy.

It seems that the old man is crawling on his body.

"Earl Adrian—" He draws out his voice, each word has a strange upswing, and this kind of New Orway Hong Kong sounds weird, "I thought you would stay and help the pious Believers, I didn't expect you to abandon him so decisively—this is not in line with the teachings of "Sea Nerves."

"Sir Stanley Clemens, I respect Lord Urella, but I don't believe in him." Cyril replied as calmly as possible.

"That's such a pity, you will miss a carnival of believers." Stanley was beaming, but suddenly frowned, and whispered in a strange tone: "Why hasn't he come yet? The reptile's breath has already Been gone for so long..."

Cyril didn't hear the whispers from Stanley, and Stanley has regained his high spirits. He opened his arms and showed the picture drawn by the golden pattern on the robe to Cyril:

"But this is fine, this is fine, let believers of other gods witness his recovery, and let the rest of the faith accept the greatness from him, believe me, when you can see this scene, you will definitely kneel down and cry bitterly, Haha, hahaha!"

He suddenly laughed wildly: "He will come, and the glory of the temple will shine from the abyss of the distant sea to every coastline. When a new round of sun rises from the sea level, and when the waves start to swell, everyone will feel the light from the only one. His mighty power—"

"He will stand above the world, He will sprinkle His mercy, He will be perfect, He will walk at the end of civilization—"

"At that time, at that time, I, I will be the pioneer of the times, I will become the greatness under the greatness—"

"And you—"

The fanatic expression suddenly disappeared, and the blue eyes were cloudy, staring indifferently at the young earl who was separated by a whole church.

"Don't even call me, Bishop."

Cyril's back was instantly covered with goosebumps because of his gaze, he subconsciously jumped sideways, and the ground where he was standing just now made a piercing buzzing sound the moment he left, and immediately With a "bang", a piece of blisters exploded out of thin air, scattered all over the ground.

Cyril felt the impact of the magic power that almost shattered himself, and he was covered in cold sweat - he didn't even feel the magic power wave from Stanley Clemens' shot, and his spell had already been deployed quietly.

Even if Philip Benjamin and him are not in the same type of career path, it is too amazing to smash so silently, right?
Cursing in his heart, he didn't dare to stop, and jumped onto the long table beside him, stepping on the long tables and benches, jumping around chaotically.And Stanley Clemens just stared at him coldly, and the tables and chairs behind him were disintegrated by blisters one by one, until there was not even a single sawdust left.

Crazy, this bishop is completely crazy!
Cyril screamed wildly in his heart, from the moment the abnormal joy appeared on Stanley Clemens's face, he could tell that he was no longer in a normal state—no, from the moment he saw the bound Pella From the moment Gios Herris started, he was aware of it.

However, he came here to put an end to all of this. To untie the bell, the person who needs to tie it, the only one who knows how to erase the "Vishlingen" outside is Stanley who plans to summon it. clemens.

But in the current situation, what should he do to stop all this, and what can he do?
The wind element provided him with a good speed, allowing him to move around in the chapel, and the magic power continued to burst out behind him, slowing him down every time.

However, in Cyril's heart, he didn't feel lucky to have survived at all. Instead, he panicked even more—this playing like a cat playing with a mouse made him even more unclear about what Stanley Clemens wanted to do!
In just a few breaths, half of the church was demolished.The stone pillars erected on both sides were broken by the collision of Cyril's trampling, and the statues placed aside were blown to pieces.Cyril tried to launch a counterattack at Stanley Clemens from a distance, but he couldn't even condense his magic power with a moment of distraction.

"Damn!"

At this moment, he clearly realized the gap between the professional level and the extraordinary level, which he couldn't bridge no matter what at the professional level.

But he couldn't just be teased like this. His face was tense, his mind was concentrated, and while maintaining the speed of movement, he suddenly took a few steps towards Stanley Clemens, the cursed armor of Adonis. The effects were activated at the same time and fell on Stanley!
This curse caused Stanley's magic power to stagnate for a moment, and Cyril took advantage of this opportunity to quickly draw out the long sword, and at the same time put his other hand on his pocket——

The coral figure, which can give him hints, represents the sea god's coral figure, which he placed here before—Cyril pinned his hopes on the coral figure, hoping that Urella could give him a little break in his most critical moment method.

However, when he put his hands on it, he felt a chill in his heart: the human-shaped touch that should have appeared there disappeared now, as if he had never put a human portrait there.

Portrait missing? !

Cyril felt flustered for a while, but the curse effect of the cursed armor on Stanley Clemens also came to an end at this moment.The stagnant spells began to circulate again, followed by another wave of bubbles shattering.

But this time Stanley's spells were even more manic than before, as if to punish the young man for "suddenly casting cold arrows".

Cyril couldn't make a mistake and was almost covered by his spell. He hurriedly propped up the shield in front of him, but he heard a burst of cracking sound from the shield. Half of the skeleton on the surface was broken, and the stripped pieces were twisted into powder, dispersed in the air.

Bearing the impact, Cyril stumbled back.Yet Stanley Clemens' spells show no sign of stopping.

Seeing that the series of magic bursts were about to wrap around him who had lost his center of gravity, Cyril's nerves were tense, and he was about to "carry" it head-on, when suddenly a force came from behind, dragging him to the side -

He turned his head slightly, and the arms of the white-haired girl wrapped around his waist. The strength and agility from the feather of Isis allowed her to jump nearly ten meters, dragging Cyril from the broken edge abruptly. open.

"Kindred!"

Cyril said happily, but the girl behind her had no time to reply, and hastily let go of her hands—the target of the spell burst had shifted to Kindred at this moment, and she jumped back sensitively, with a string of broken splashes.

"Go back and leave it to me!"

Taking advantage of this moment of panting, Cyril saw clearly where he was standing, which was right next to the coffin.

And when his eyes swept over the side of the bound Pelagius Herris, he suddenly stopped——

The coral figure is lying quietly in front of Prince Osan Emma.

On the long skirt of the saint's corpse!
(End of this chapter)